Max lowered his gaze slightly and looked at the sparks bursting across his body.
His smile did not disappear.
Instead, it became a little sharper.
"Not bad," he said calmly.
The elven woman's eyes flashed.
Those two words were enough for her to understand one thing.
Even after she had tapped into her Pseudo Cosmic Path of Death Wind Concept, Max still had not taken out his true strength.
Her grip on the sword tightened.
The death wind around her became even more violent.
Then she stepped forward, and the entire arena seemed to move with her.
In the next instant, her figure turned into a streak of gray-green light and rushed toward Max, while the countless blades of Death Wind followed behind her like a storm of swords released from the depths of a death zone.
"Good."
